Re: There's a Voice.... [3/?]
anonymous
August 2 2009, 23:49:56 UTC
“Matt…” He huffed, gripping the sweater and hauling it off, struggling when it went over his head. But the end result of his hair even more messed made it worth it.
“Y-Ye- eh, Ja?” Trying to remember what he had taught him. Gilbert smirked, loving that he was trying. He nearly head butted him as he reached around, digging about under his pillows. Crawling over him until he was unintentionally straddling his chest, now getting frustrated. Matthew’s eyes on his lower body, his pelvis very close to his head. He looked up, Gilbert still looking for… whatever. He blushed and gripped his hips steady, Gilbert stopping now, grabbing the zipper with his teeth and pulling down.
The Prussian flushed. That little action nearly making him come all over his shorts. Dear God, when did he learn that move?
Tongue jutting out a bit before he was licking the front of Gilbert boxers, hands pushing the jeans down his hips, gripping the white and black fabric. The front was already stained a small bit white and Matthew found himself nuzzling it, happy that it was like that for -him-. He rubbed at the semi-erect hidden member before he slipped the tip into his mouth, sucking gently, feeling him tense above him.
“Oh Gott, Matttttthew…”
He hummed against him, licking the underside, the fabric now clinging to the shaft. Fingers pulled the waistband down and his mouth met skin, tongue rolling over and over the rod. Gilbert struggling to remain upright above him, forgetting the bottle of lube he was trying to find. Now only letting Matthew orally please him. And orally please him he was, oh Gott, yes!
No! The lube!
“NNnnnNNNNNNN..” He hated himself as he made the Canadian pause, mentally taking a moment to berate himself before he crawled off, staggering over to the bedside table and pulling it open. Matthew looking up, hurt, before Gilbert let out a small ‘aha!’ and was jumping on the bed, chest meeting his, nuzzling him.
“S-sorry, but… I can’t let you make me come yet.” He sighed, obviously still hitting himself for it. Matthew nodding, understanding a bit, getting hot kisses as a reward. The sound of a bottle top popping made him look over and he cringed as cold fluid was soon covering between his legs, Gilbert’s fingers rubbing in circles, trying to get his soft skin to absorb some of it, gliding it between his legs. Matthew whined and sticky fingers soon touched his lips. He couldn’t help but lick.
“W-what is that?” Gilbert smeared it over the swollen lips, kissing him back.
“Maple.” He grinned.
“Oh, Prussia, eh?” Their mouths connecting again as Gilbert’s fingers went to work. Wrapping around his shaft, pumping in slick motions, the lube dripping down his cock. Both whimpering and mewling into each other’s mouths as Matthew’s hand found Gilbert’s own arousal and they mirrored their actions, both their hips jerking.
“Y-Ye- eh, Ja?” Trying to remember what he had taught him. Gilbert smirked, loving that he was trying. He nearly head butted him as he reached around, digging about under his pillows. Crawling over him until he was unintentionally straddling his chest, now getting frustrated. Matthew’s eyes on his lower body, his pelvis very close to his head. He looked up, Gilbert still looking for… whatever. He blushed and gripped his hips steady, Gilbert stopping now, grabbing the zipper with his teeth and pulling down.
The Prussian flushed. That little action nearly making him come all over his shorts. Dear God, when did he learn that move?
Tongue jutting out a bit before he was licking the front of Gilbert boxers, hands pushing the jeans down his hips, gripping the white and black fabric. The front was already stained a small bit white and Matthew found himself nuzzling it, happy that it was like that for -him-. He rubbed at the semi-erect hidden member before he slipped the tip into his mouth, sucking gently, feeling him tense above him.
“Oh Gott, Matttttthew…”
He hummed against him, licking the underside, the fabric now clinging to the shaft. Fingers pulled the waistband down and his mouth met skin, tongue rolling over and over the rod. Gilbert struggling to remain upright above him, forgetting the bottle of lube he was trying to find. Now only letting Matthew orally please him. And orally please him he was, oh Gott, yes!
No! The lube!
“NNnnnNNNNNNN..” He hated himself as he made the Canadian pause, mentally taking a moment to berate himself before he crawled off, staggering over to the bedside table and pulling it open. Matthew looking up, hurt, before Gilbert let out a small ‘aha!’ and was jumping on the bed, chest meeting his, nuzzling him.
“S-sorry, but… I can’t let you make me come yet.” He sighed, obviously still hitting himself for it. Matthew nodding, understanding a bit, getting hot kisses as a reward. The sound of a bottle top popping made him look over and he cringed as cold fluid was soon covering between his legs, Gilbert’s fingers rubbing in circles, trying to get his soft skin to absorb some of it, gliding it between his legs. Matthew whined and sticky fingers soon touched his lips. He couldn’t help but lick.
“W-what is that?” Gilbert smeared it over the swollen lips, kissing him back.
“Maple.” He grinned.
“Oh, Prussia, eh?” Their mouths connecting again as Gilbert’s fingers went to work. Wrapping around his shaft, pumping in slick motions, the lube dripping down his cock. Both whimpering and mewling into each other’s mouths as Matthew’s hand found Gilbert’s own arousal and they mirrored their actions, both their hips jerking.
“M-Matthe….”
“P-Prussia!”
“M-morrrre, Matttt…”
“S-Sure, e-eh?”
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